Page 95 of House of Lies

Ethan tsks me, that same mischievous glint in his eyes. “Where’s your self-control, toy?”

“Please, just fuck me so I can come!” I plead, digging my nails deeper into him, hoping the pain will piss him off enough that he ends up hate-fucking me into oblivion.

But he just chuckles darkly and tosses me onto his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. I let out an indignant squeal and drum my fists against his back. He drops me to the bed, my yell of surprise cutting off when I hit the mattress.

“What the hell?”

“Beg me and I might consider letting you come.”

What the fuck have I been doing for the past few minutes? I scowl up at him as he grabs my hips and scoots me higher up the bed. With all the back-and-forth, I’m not even that close anymore, so screw him.

“Are you pouting at me, toy?”

“Fuck you.”

“Guess you won’t be coming after all,” he says as he climbs up onto the foot of the bed.

He’s naked, and I’m trying to remember if he lost his clothes before or after he jumped me coming out of the bathroom. Not that it matters. I could salivate over his body for days. His thick arms and thighs, his broad muscled shoulders, the trail of dark hair leading right to his eager, bouncing cock.

I reach for him, but he slaps my hand away.

Glaring, I try again.

He leans back, chuckling as I cross my arms over my chest. “You’re not going to behave, are you?”

“I don’t know why you have to be so bossy,” I tell him. “We were both enjoying ourselves until you ruined everything.”

“Ruined…?” He glances away, still smiling faintly as he climbs off the bed.

Shit, did I really piss him off that badly? But why does everything have to be so complicated with him? We could have been done fucking already if he’d just let me come. I’m sure he would have been right behind me. We could have been sleeping already.

I sit up, staring grumpily after him as he disappears into his walk-in closet.

“I’m sorry,” I yell after him.

“You brought this on yourself, toy,” he replies from inside the closet.

I frown. “Brought what on—” I cut off when he reappears with a bundle of thick, shiny rope dangling from his hand.

What. The. Fuck?

I shouldn’t have panicked, but seeing a man as large and intimidating as Ethan walking toward me with a rope in his hand, his thick, heavy cock pointed straight at me like a divining rod, instinct kicks in.

Scrambling off the bed, I dart to the other side of the room.

He shifts direction, making a beeline for me. His sure stride is freaking me out almost as much as the half-smile on his lips.

I hold out my hands. “I said I’m sorry, okay?”

He says nothing, simply walking closer. I sidle away and then make a run for the bedroom door. The bed, a footstool, and the dresser’s chair are all in the way, but I’m sure I can maneuver around them and still reach the exit before he can intercept me.

“Alexa, turn off all the lights.”

Alexa?

A soft, feminine voice comes out of nowhere. “Turning off the lights.”

I throw him a confused frown. And that’s my first mistake.

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